Walking aroundRemember how I was all, "I'm going to walk around in the woods for 2 weeks" and shit?
Well, that's about to actually happen.
Like, this coming weekend it starts.
Even though I'm still sort of in denial about the whole thing.
Like, yeah, we've packed two bear canisters with 32 pounds of food, shipped a giant 34 pound box of food to our resupply guy, gone on some training death marches, set up the tent in the backyard, bought a new tent when the old one turned out to have some dry rot (15 years of hard labor, poor thing), test cooked dinner on our campstove, rebuilt the campstove when we realized all the O-rings were about to blow, outfitted ourselves with as much OMNI-FREEZE sunblocking clothing as we could find, realized we might be cold and then packed our sub-zeroest long underwear and down jackets and booties, dipped matches into paraffin to waterproof them, read the fishing reports, stuffed gallons of peanut butter and Nutella into squeeze tubes, filled soft bottles with booze, weighed our packed bags (53.25 pounds? HOLY EFFING MUTHER FUCKING SHIT) and put our mail on hold but still I haven't come to terms with the fact that we are about to go into the woods for two weeks.
|Oh yeah. Let's do this. |
I mean, I guess we could. Or we could stay home and lie down.
And that my rickety arthritic feet are going to carry me over six mountain passes (we're starting at Muir Trail Ranch in the middle, there), with one being the highest peak in the contiguous US.
|14,495 feet? Don't say crazy things, map.|
Yes, yay for those things.
And also spreadsheet planners, maps, new bosses that are totally OK with their new employees ditching out on work for two weeks when they've only been working for a month, super helpful neighbor/co-backpackers that planned most everything else about this trip, friends who are watching the dog/cat/fish/house, other friends who are driving us to the trailhead, other OTHER friends letting us stay in their cabin the night before so that we don't have to camp at the trailhead for an early morning start, neighbor's wives who are picking us up at the end and, you know - a lot of things are yay.
As it turns out, it takes a fucking village to allow three people to leave life for two weeks to walk around in the woods.
Or at least that's how that sentence keeps coming out of people's mouths.
So yeah, that's happening.
Not really a farmer yetI started my first job as a farmer and IT'S FUCKING AWESOME I LOVE IT and soon hopefully I will have an actual crop growing so that I can actually farm.
Because, right now, what I'm doing is a lot more like planning to farm than actual farming. It's a lot of strategy and system design and plant nerdy nonsense that I won't bore you with (though, if you're into bio-mechanical filtration, I can talk at length. I'm sure you're interested so don't all email me at once.), but since all of our other farmers are farming their asses off, I get to see awesome shit like this on the daily.
|Dry farmed tomatoes becoming FOR REALS.|
|Calendula fields for the edible flower packs.|
|So much squash SO MUCH FUCKING SQUASH.|
And that's not the half of it. In fact, there's so many hundreds of acres more that YIKES. But it's rad. And not just because of the best perks in all of jobdom.
|Why yes I WOULD like to fill up the passenger side of my car with whatever I want to pick from the farm.|
|And YES I DO have something to hold the first tomatoes of the season hold on while I use my hat.|
|I WOULD love a flat of padron peppers that are just too big for retail, thanks for asking!|
|Also some garlic and Napoletano basil because why not?|
|Yes. Yes I will take home a bouquet of basil.|
|And this flat of green beans that was left on my desk by the green bean fairy.|
Which is weird but totally OK with me.
Just the best 10th anniversary ever is all
Meanwhile, Bubba and I celebrated our 10th anniversary last week and it was...incredible.
The man is super human in the ways of knowing me and how to make just a night out because we're about to go away for two weeks and have no time for anything else even though it's our 10th anniversary which is kind of a big one but oh well we'll do it up big next year or something super memorable and awesome even though it's just one night.
Like, he planned a dinner at a great place that wasn't too fancy so that I didn't have to stress about getting all dressed up after working like a maniac all day on the farm, but then didn't tell me where it was so that he could surprise me (I LOVE SURPRISES) and then told me we could get there whenever so that I didn't have to rush.
I HATE RUSHING.
Then he surprised me with an incredible gorgeous unbelievable anniversary ring even though we weren't going to do gifts because we have this big trip to go on and let's not worry about it. And told me that we could sit and enjoy dinner and not rush because the surprise thing we were doing after dinner didn't have any time requirements.
I HATE RUSHING. I LOVE SURPRISES. AND AFTER DINNER SURPRISE THINGS.
|Bubba's mysterious SURPRISE face. My drunk happy face. You recognize it.|
THEN he surprised me with the surprise thing that turned out to be one of my favorite live musicians playing at one of my favorite outdoor venues and OH we have really great seats.
|John Hiatt, Montalvo Winery, warm summer night, Bubba...|
|I was pleased. TO THE POINT OF BURSTING.|
WHO IS THIS FUCKING GUY? And, more importantly, how did I manage to talk him into sticking around for so long?
I must use this power elsewhere. But only for good!
Ok, mostly for good.
Anyway, yeah - we're off to hike, fish and swim in high mountain lakes for two weeks, being a farmer is rad even though I'm not really farming yet and I love my Bubba even more at 10 years than I did at 1 year, even though I never would have thought it possible.
Let's hope this trip goes well and I don't have to, like, fight a bear or something, because it would be a real drag for things to start sucking after the rad month we just had.